I do what I want when I'm wanting to
My soul? So cynical
So you're a tough guy
Like it really rough guy
Just can't get enough guy
Chest always so puffed guy
I'm that bad type
Make your mama sad type
...
I'm the bad guy
Suburban prince, shiny and vinyl crush
And how sleek you thought you knew
There's nothing new 'bout what you do
Who's stolen skin do you fit into?
We got blood and honey
Got blood and honey
You got Friday night to look forward to
Blacking out in expensive shoes
Cause he got guns and the shit gon' bang
Yeah, the shooter brought guns and the shit go bang, hands up
Got guns in this bitch, go bang
Motherfucker better run when this shit go
Look at all the folk runnin', marathon
Like they ain't got baggage, carry-ons
Killin' is the best medicine, diagnosis
Got death on his breath, halitosis
- in hell i’ll be in good company
I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed
Queen bee, my squeeze
The stage it smells, tells, hell's bells
Miss-spells, knocks me on my knees
It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt
Stuffed shirt, hang me on a tree
After I count down, three rounds
In hell I'll be in good company